I was traveling to my hometown of Vernal, Utah, to attend a funeral. My high school friend’s father had passed away the week before. He was not just an old buddy’s dad, he was a great man and was someone whom I also considered a friend. On the way to the service, I wanted to do a little birding, as it can be an escape into which I pour my sorrows. The memorial was at 6 PM, and the drive from my house was around 2.5 hours. I left home at noon, so I could have some time to decompress, and look at birds before saying goodbye.
This was a nice tribute to your high school friend's father, who was also your friend. As I get older (66 now), my memories of growing up are tinged with nostalgia. I really do think my life was better in the 1960s and '70s.
I love the photo of the American crow. Maybe he was smart not to eat that fry you flung at him. Even though you meant well.
Or maybe he was just picky. We never know what is going on in the mind of a bird, but I sense it is a lot more than some people think. For me, bird brain is a compliment.
This was a nice tribute to your high school friend's father, who was also your friend. As I get older (66 now), my memories of growing up are tinged with nostalgia. I really do think my life was better in the 1960s and '70s.
I love the photo of the American crow. Maybe he was smart not to eat that fry you flung at him. Even though you meant well.
Or maybe he was just picky. We never know what is going on in the mind of a bird, but I sense it is a lot more than some people think. For me, bird brain is a compliment.
Thank you very much, Perry. I think I’d take bird brain as a compliment too. Hope all is well.